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The 
Saloon 
Must  Go 

By 

Archibald  Humboldt 


An  anti-saloon  play.  A powerful 
arraignment  of  the  saloon,  made 
into  a most  engaging  dialog,  with 
enough  plot  to  carry  it  along.  A 
terrific  bombardment  of  hot  shot, 
embracing  facts,  comparisons, 
logic,  song  and  story.  More  ef- 
fective than  a dozen  addresses. 
Should  be  used  in  every  saloon 
fight,  and  made  a part  of  every 
church  and  school  entertainment. 
For  high  school  pupils  or  other 
young  folks.  Two  males,  three 
females.  Three-quarter  hour. 


Copyright,  1909 
By  March  Brothers 


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The  Saloon  Must  Go 

By  Archibald  Humboldt. 

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j A Dialogue  for  High  School  pupils : two  boys 
and  three  girls. 

(Copyright,  1909,  by  March  Brothers.)  ; 


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(Enter  Charles  and  William,  earnestly  con- 
versing.) 

William.  I tell  you,  Charles,  there  is  no  mis- 
take about  it.  The  Publicity  Committee  is  doing 
a wise  thing  in  sending  us  young  fellows  out  tQ 
address  these  meetings.  All  of  the  people  in  the 
country  cannot  get  to  the  town  meetings  every 
night,  or  anything  like  every  night,  and  they 
need  working  up.  If  we  are  going  to  carry  this 
county  dry,  and  do  it  by  a big  majority,  we  must 
get  the  information  to  the  people  and  set  them 
on  fire. 

Charles . I know  all  that  should  be  done.  The 
only  thing  I questioned  was  sending  young 
fellows  like  us,  who  cannot  vote,  when  there  are 
so  many  men  who  could  go. 


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William . But  many  of  the  men  are  busy  and 
cannot  go  all  the  time,  and  others  lack  the  vim 
that  they  might  have.  I am  inclined  to  think 
that  the  enthusiasm  of  youth,  mixed  with  the 
wisdom  of  years  will  prove  effective  in  this  fight. 
It  is  true  we  cannot  vote  now,  but  they  can't  say 
that  of  us  many  more  years,  and  when  I can  vote 
if  I don't  hit  the  saloon  a whack  every  chance  I 
get  you  can  shoot  me. 

Charles . Here,  too.  I have  no  use  for  the 
saloon,  and  certainly  will  do  all  in  my  power  to 
kill  it.  I really  doubt  whether  any  of  the  sup- 
porters of  the  saloon  are  really  honest.  They 
favor  the  saloon  because  it  is  to  their  interest  to 
do  so,  in  dollars  and  cents,  or  otherwise ; but  down 
deep  in  their  hearts  they  know  the  saloon  has 
no  right  to  exist  and  they  try  to  argue  themselves 
m line  for  the  saloon.  Why,  as  I take  it,  viewed 
from  any  standpoint,  whether  you  consider  the 
moral,  the  civic,  or  the  economic  side  of  the  ques- 
tion, the  saloon  is  a disgusting,  damnable  outlaw. 
It  has  no  right  to  exist.  It  is  an  enemy  of  all 
that  is  good,  and  the  source  of  all  that  is  evil. 
America  should  not  tolerate  it  a single  day. 

William . That's  good  stuff  you’re  giving  us. 
Put  that  in  your  speech  to-night  out  at  Bethany 
school-house. 

Charles . So  I shall,  and  a lot  more  like  it. 
What  have  you  got  ready  for  to-night? 

William . Well,  I have  a lot  of  good  points 
*hat  I have  gathered  during  the  meetings,  and 
some  other  material  that  I have  picked  up  in 


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various  quarters.  By  the  way,  did  you  happen 
to  see  the  quotation  regarding  the  saloon  from 
the  address  of  the  Bishops  of  the  Methodist 
Episcopal  Church,  made  at  their  last  General 
Conference? 

Charles . No.  What  was  it? 

William . It  is  about  the  hottest  ever.  I am 
going  to  use  it  in  my  talk  to-night.  This  is  the 
way  it  goes : 

“We  have  no  doubt  that  you  will  reinforce 
our  position  by  some  strong  declaration  which 
may,  for  the  next  quadrennium,  serve  as  a war 
cry  for  the  temperance  forces  whose  victory, 
though  in  sight,  is  not  yet  wholly  won.  All 
great  emotions  are  followed  by  reactions.  But 
there  ought  not  to  be — nay,  there  must  not  be — 
any  reaction  from  the  wrath  with  which  all  good 
and  Christian  citizens  pursue  this  sneaking,  law- 
breaking, and  murderous  traffic.  It  deserves 
neither  charity  nor  mercy.  There  is  no  law  it 
will  keep,  no  pledge  it  will  honor,  no  child  it  will 
not  taint,  no  woman  it  will  not  befoul,  no  man  it 
will  not  degrade.  It  feeds  upon  dishonesties  of 
conduct  and  on  the  shame  of  brothels.  It  stim- 
I ulates  all  revenges  and  makes  the  murderer  dance 
I upon  the  body  he  has  killed.  It  falsely  claims  to 
be  a great  public  interest  because  it  employs 
) thousands  and  pays  heavy  taxes.  But  no  money 
in  the  pockets  of  employers,  and  no  taxes  in  the 
treasury  of  the  city,  county,  state,  or  nation,  can 
balance  the  monetary  losses  of  the  nation  through 


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can  compensate  for  the  corruption  of  our  politics, 
the  emptiness  of  the  drunkard's  home  or  the  full- 
ness of  prisons  and  graves.  Rise  here  and  now 
and  pledge  eternal  enmity  to  this  foe  of  man  and 
God." 

Charles.  Say,  that's  great.  Get  it  off  in  good 
style  and  it  will  make  a hit.  Got  any  more  like 
that? 

William.  Not  exactly;  but  I have  what  seems 
to  me  is  enough  to  convince  every  man,  woman 
and  child  in  America  that  the  saloon  must  go. 

Charles.  I hope  they  will  be  convinced.  Hello, 
here  comes  the  girls.  I wonder  where  they  have 
been? 

William.  We’ll  ask  them.  (Enter  girls.) 
Hello,  girls,  where  have  you  been? 

Kathryn.  We  have  been  down  practicing  with 
the  choir  for  the  anti-saloon  meeting  to-night 
Why  didn't  you  come? 

William.  Charles  and  I are  to  go  out  to 
Bethany  to-night,  to  address  the  meeting  there, 
and  we  have  been  getting  our  speeches  ready. 

Janet.  Isn't  that  a fine  idea?  How  I should 
like  to  slip  in  and  hear  you.  Don't  get  stage- 
fright,  and  don't  fail  to  make  it  hot. 

Charles.  We  will  do  the  best  we  are  able. 
Our  hearts  are  in  the  work  and  I don't  think  we 
can  fail. 

Gladys.  I am  glad  you  are  going  but  sorry 
you  must  miss  the  meeting  in  town.  I wouldn't 
miss  one  of  them  for  anything.  Isn’t  it  wonder- 
ful, the  interest  and  enthusiasm? 


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William.  Yes,  Gladys,  and  no,  too.  It  is 
wonderful  that  the  people  have  ever  been  so 
blind  to  the  truth  that  they  would  tolerate  the 
saloon. 

Kathryn.  I wish  I had  a chance  to  make  a 
speech.  I am  becoming  a perfect  cyclopaedia  of 
information  on  the  saloon  question.  Say,  folks, 
did  you  know  that  five  cents  worth  of  peanuts 
contains  as  much  food  value  as  fifty  glasses  of 
beer? 

Charles.  Is  that  a fact? 

Kathryn . A scientific  fact.  And  then  the 
shells  of  the  peanuts  have  as  much  food  value  as 
two  glasses  more. 

Janet.  Did  you  get  that  point  about  the 
saloon  being  the  poor  man’s  club? — you  know 
that  is  what  they  say.  Well,  we  have  to  acknowl- 
edge it  is  the  poor  man’s  club.  It  is  more 
effective  than  Teddy’s  big  stick.  It  knocks  him 
clear  out  every  time. 

Gladys.  I like  that  argument  about  Kansas 
They  have  been  without  saloons  in  that  state 
long  enough  for  it  to  tell.  And  it  is  telling.  Of 
the  one  hundred  and  five  counties  in  Kansas, 
thirty-five  have  no  jails,  thirty-seven  no  criminal 
cases,  twenty-five  counties  have  no  poor-houses, 
and  sixteen  more  counties  have  poor-houses 
but  no  paupers  to  put  in  them.  If  this  state  of 
affairs  is  not  due  to  “no  saloons,”  why  don’t 
some  saloon  states  match  it? 

William.  It  is  very  easy  to  see  that  when 
eighty-five  per  cent,  of  all  inmates  of  jails  and 


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penitentiaries  get  there  through  drink,  if  you 
eliminate  the  drink,  the  expense  of  such  institu- 
tions is  cut  off.  And  yet  some  people  argue  that 
the  saloon  tax  pays  for  keeping  up  such  institu- 
tions. I lose  all  patience  with  such  people. 
Three-fourths  of  the  cost  of  all  jails,  infirmaries 
and  asylums  is  due  to  the  saloon,  while  the 
saloon  tax  is  not  sufficient  to  pay  one-fifth  of 
the  damage  it  causes.  And  yet  these  people  cry 
“tax,”  “tax.” 

Kathryn . Like  the  little  boy  who  trained  his 
billy  goat  in  one  saloon  fight  to  bleat  “ta-a-a-x,” 
“ta-a-a-x.” 

Charles . Oh,  Kathryn,  you’re  a corker,  sure. 
That  story  ought  to  be  enough  to  stop  the  cry 
of  “tax.”  There  is  one  other  fallacy  as  absurd 
as  the  tax  illusion,  and  that  is  the  idea  that  the 
saloon  helps  business. 

Janet.  Can  anybody  believe  such  foolishness? 
Just  as  if  people  could  spend  their  money  twice — 
once  at  the  saloon  and  again  at  the  grocery.  The 
argument  is  really  too  silly  to  pay  attention  to. 
It  reminds  me  of  Mr.  Rutledge’s  story  of  the  no- 
account Irishman.  One  morning  he  quarreled 
with  his  industrious  wife  as  usual,  and  went  off 
for  the  da/:  An  accident  happened  and  he  was 
killed.  They  sent  another  Irishman  up  to  break 
the  news.  He  began:  “Mistress  Morphy,  I’m 

afther  havin’  bad  news  for  ye.  Yur  ould  mon 
was  down  to  the  quarry,  and  an  accident  hap- 
pened, and  he  was  hurt  a bit.”  Mrs.  Murphy 
gave  a faint  smile.  Pat  was  surprised.  He  said : 


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“Mistress  Morphy,  I’m  thinkin’  ye  don’t  under- 
sthand.  Yur  ould  mon  is  bad  hurted  and  is  in  a 
very  serious  condithion.”  Mrs.  Murphy  smiled  a 
little  more.  This  angered  Pat,  and  he  came  out 
good  and  strong:  “Mistress  Morphy,  I’ll  have 

you  to  understhand  that  your  ould  man  is  kilt 
intoirly,  and  they’ll  be  bringin’  him  home  on  a 
shutther  now.”  Mrs.  Murphy  placed  a hand  to 
her  lip  and  said : “Don’t  say  onythin’  more  now, 
Pat;  I’ve  a crack  in  me  lip  an’  it  hurts  me  to 
laugh.”  So  when  people  say  that  the  saloon 
helps  business,  I want  to  tell  them  I have  a 
crack  in  my  lip  and  it  hurts  me  to  laugh. 

Charles . Yet  they  do  say  it  and  some  peopfe 
will  be  fooled  thereby.  I have  a lot  of  arguments 
bearing  on  that  point.  r 

Gladys . Tell  us  about  them. 

Charles . Well,  there  is  the  matter  of  the  bank 
deposits  in  the  state  of  Maine.  Now,  Maine  has 
been  without  the  saloons  long  enough  for  it  to 
have  an  effect  on  the  finances  of  the  state  and 
the  people,  and  the  result  is  telling.  They 
adopted  prohibiton  in  1855,  and  when  anybody 
says  prohibiton  doesn’t  prohibit,  tell  them  they — 
had  better  go  to  Maine  and  they’ll  see.  But  I 
was  going  to  tell  you  about  the  bank  deposits. 
Although  Maine  was  the  poorest  state  in  the 
Union  when  it  adopted  prohibition,  the  bank 
deposits  of  the  state  now  amount  to  $104.00  for 
every  man,  woman  and  child,  while  in  the  great* 
rich  state  of  Illinois,  they  amount  to  only  $20.74 
—five  times  as  much  in  Maine  as  in  Illinois. 


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Maine  has  twenty-two  millions  more  in  its  sav- 
ings banks  than  has  the  rich  state  of  Ohio. 
Forty-nine  out  of  every  one  hundred  working 
men  in  Maine  own  their  own  homes,  more  than 
in  any  other  state  in  the  Union. 

Kathryn.  Good  for  old  Maine.  That  certain- 
ly is  convincing.  Give  us  some  more,  Charles. 

Charles.  Well,  another  strong  point  is  in  ref- 
erence to  the  corn  crop.  You  know  the  Wets 
say  that  if  there  were  no  saloons  the  farmers 
would  have  no  market  for  their  corn,  because  it 
all  goes  to  make  beer.  That  is  a lie.  Only  two 
per  cent,  of  the  country’s  corn  crop  is  used  in 
the  manufacture  of  liquors ; ninety-eight  per  cent, 
goes  into  decent  hogs  and  other  human  beings. 
One-fiftieth  of  the  country’s  corn  crop  only  goes 
to  vile  uses.  Why,  there  are  four  counties  in 
Illinois  that  raise  more  corn  than  the  breweries 
and  distilleries  of  all  the  country  use.  We  could 
easily  take  care  of  that  surplus.  We  could  raise 
more  hogs  and  less  hell. 

. Janet.  Why,  Charles! 

x Charles.  That’s  not  swearing.  That’s  a good 
old  orthodox  word.  Besides,  it’s  true  and  ex* 
pressive. 

William.  The  language  is  justified,  for  the 
saloon  is  the  cause  of  three-fourths  of  the  hell 
that  exists.  Think  of  one  hundred  thousand  men 
dying  drunkards  every  year,  and  of  the  five  mil- 
lion more  who  are  in  training,  and  whose  useful- 
ness is  impaired  at  least  one-fifth.  The  loss  to 
the  country  for  this  cause  is  not  less  than  a 


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billion  dollars  a year.  For  this  reason  the  use 
of  liquor  is  forbidden  by  every  railroad  in  the 
land,  as  well  as  mine  owners,  steel  manufacturers, 
banks,  and  all  other  such  industries.  When  these 
great  business  men  come  out  and  say,  “We  can 
not  employ  a man  who  drinks,”  it  is  time  to  put 
drink  out  of  the  reach  of  the  young  men  of  the 
country. 

Gladys . Fve  got  another  strong  argument. 
The  saloon  directs  money  into  unproductive 
channels.  One  ordinary  saloon  will  take  in,  in  a 
year,  about  ten  thousand  dollars,  as  much  as 
five  ordinary  farms  will  produce.  It  will  take 
ten  or  fifteen  men  to  run  the  farms,  while  two 
or  three  men  can  run  the  saloon.  This  isn’t 
equal.  Of  $800.00  paid  for  general  goods  used 
by  the  family,  $143.00  goes  for  the  labor  to  pro- 
duce them,  while  if  $800.00  is  paid  for  beer,  only 
$9.43  goes  for  labor.  So  you  do  fifteen  times  as 
much  for  labor  when  you  buy  dry  goods  and 
groceries  as  when  you  buy  beer.  This  is  unfair. 
Then  again:  In  a shoe  factory,  one  man  is 

employed  for  every  $675.00  invested,  while  in  the 
manufacture  of  liquor  only  one  man  is  employed 
for  $8,688.00  invested.  Again  ten  times  the  ar- 
gument against  the  saloon. 

Janet . The  only  solution  of  the  saloon  ques- 
tion is  “no  saloon.”  Eighty-one  per  cent,  of  the 
children  of  drunkards  are  diseased,  against  only 
sixteen  per  cent,  of  the  children  of  total  ab- 
stainers. Ninety-eight  per  cent,  of  the  imbeciles 
of  the  land  are  the  children  of  drunkards. 


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Kathryn . Listen  while  I tell  you  about  a 
bushel  of  corn.  The  farmer  who  sold  it  got  from 
25  to  50  cents  for  it.  The  distiller  made  from 
it,  with  the  aid  of  various  harmful  products, 
four  gallons  of  whisky  which  retailed  for  $16.40. 
The  United  States  Government,  through  its  tax 
on  whiskey,  gets  $4.40.  The  railroad  company 
gets  $1.00.  The  drayman  who  hauls  the  whiskey 
gets  15  cents.  The  saloon  keeper  gets  $7.00. 
The  men  who  drink  the  whisky  get — drunk. 
Their  wives  get  hunger  and  sorrow.  Their  chil- 
dren get  rags  and  abuse.  Are  the  people  mad 
that  they  tolerate  such  infamy? 

William . Enough  ! enough ! Don’t  tell  me 
anything  more  or  my  head  will  burst.  All  of 
the  argument  is  on  one  side.  Nobody  can  fail  to 
see  it. 

Janet . But  there  is  one  thing  more  that  I 
want  you  to  tell  the  men  out  at  Bethany  school- 
house.  Tell  them  that  of  every  five  families  in 
the  land,  one  must  contribute  a boy  to  fill  a 
drunkard’s  grave.  Ask  them  if  it  shall  be  their 
boy. 

Gladys.  And  say  further  that  if  they  vote  for 
the  saloon  they  are  giving  it  license  to  make  a 
drunkard  of  their  boy. 

William.  That  ought  to  fix  every  vote  in  our 
county.  But  I am  afraid  some  men  think  more 
of  their  pocket-books  than  they  do  of  their  boys. 

Gladys.  But  they  are  waking  up!  All  over 
the  land  the  “Drys”  are  gaining.  More  territory 
has  been  made  dry  in  the  last  two  years  than  in 


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fifty  years  before.  And  the  “Drys”  are  still 
marching  on  to  victory. 

Janet . That's  right.  The  saloon  must  go. 
Oh,  boys,  have  you  heard  the  recitation  Kathryn 

I is  to  give  to-night  on  the  South  going  dry  ? Give 
it  to  them,  Kathryn. 

Kathryn.  So  I will.  The  practice  will  be  good 
for  me.  Here  goes. 

THE  SOUTH  IS  GOING  DRY. 

Lay  the  jest  about  the  julep  in  the  camphor  balls  at 
last, 

For  the  miracle  has  happened,  and  the  olden  days  are 
past ; 

That  which  makes  Milwaukee  famous  does  not  foam  in 
Tennessee, 

And  the  lid  in  Hoke  Smith’s  Georgia’s  locked  as  tight 
as  tight  can  be; 

And  the  comic  paper  colonel  and  his  cronies  well  may 
sigh,  . 

For  the  whisky  flows  no  longer  and  the  South  is  going 
dry. 

By  the  still  side  on  the  hillside  in  Kentucky  all  is  still, 
And  the  only  damp  refreshment  must  be  dipped  up 
from  the  rill. 

Nawth  C’lina’s  stately  ruler  gives  his  soda  glass  a shove 
And  discusses  local  option  with  the  So’th  Ca’lina 
“Guv.” 

It  is  useless  at  the  fountain  to  be  winkful  o’  the  eye, 
For  the  cocktail  glass  is  dusty  and  the  South  is  going 
dry. 

It  is  “water,  water,  everywhere,  and  not  a drop  to 
drink 

We  no  longer  hear  the  music  of  the  yellow  crystal  clink 


u.  of  us. 


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When  the  Colonel  and  the  Major,  and  the  Genial  and 
the  Jedge 

Meet  to  take  a little  nip  and  give  their  appetites  an 
edge, 

For  the  eggnog  now  is  nogless  and  the  rye  has  gone 
awry, 

And  the  punch  bowl  holds  carnations,  for  the  South  is 
going  dry. 

All  the  nightcaps  now  have  tassels  and  are  worn  upon 
the  head ; 

Gone  the  nightcaps  that  were  taken  when  nobody  went 
to  bed; 

And  the  breeze  above  the  blue  grass  is  as  solemn  as  in 
death. 

For  it  bears  no  pungent  clove  tange  on  its  odorific 
breath ; 

And  each  man  can  walk  the  chalk  line  when  the  stars 
are  in  the  sky. 

For  the  fizz  glass  now  is  fizzless  and  the  South  is  going 
dry. 

Lay  the  jest  about  the  julep  ’neath  the  chestnut  tree  at 
last, 

For  there’s  but  one  kind  of  moonshine  and  the  olden 
days  are  past. 

The  water  wagon  rumbles  through  the  Southland  on 
its  trip 

And  it  helps  no  one  to  drop  off  to  pick  up  the  driver’s 
whip; 

For  the  mint  beds  now  are  mintless  and  the  cork  screw 
hangeth  high, 

All  is  still  along  the  still  side,  and  the  South  is  going 
dry. 


Charles . Hurrah ! hurrah ! isn't  it  great ! Say, 
Kathryn,  give  me  a copy  of  that.  I want  to  use 
it  to-night. 


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Kathryn . I will  gladly. 

William . It’s  fine  and  sure  to  count.  Well, 
folks,  we  must  be  going. 

Gladys.  That  we  must.  And  boys,  do  your 
best  to-night.  Bear  on  extra  hard  for  me.  I 
can’t  do  it;  you  must  do  it  for  me.  That  re- 
minds me  of  another  story  of  Mr.  Rutledge. 
Mike  lived  with  his  mother-in-law  and  got  along 
beautifully.  They  never  had  a word  of  trouble. 
But  one  spring  the  mother-in-law  took  sick  and 
gradually  wasted  away.  Finally  the  doctor  held 
a consultation,  and  at  the  close  called  Mike  and 
said:  “Mike,  there  is  no  other  way;  you  will 

simply  have  to  send  your  mother-in-law  to  a 
warmer  climate.  There  is  no  other  way.”  Mike 
went  out  like  one  in  a dream.  Soon  he  returned 
with  an  axe,  which  he  set  beside  the  door. 
Heaving  a sigh  and  scratching  his  head,  he  said : 
“Doc,  you’ll  jist  have  to  hit  her,  I can’t.”  So 
you’ll  have  to  say  this  for  me,  for  I can’t,  and 
tell  those  men  out  there,  for  a poor,  defenseless 
girl,  that  they  must  hit  the  saloon,  and  hit  it  hard, 
for  I can’t. 

Charles.  Isn’t  it  a shame  that  the  women  can’t 
vote? 

Janet.  Some  day  we  can,  and  then — 

William.  Then  it’s  goodbye  to  the  saloons. 

Janet.  Now  before  we  go,  let’s  sing  that  song 
we  love  so  well.  Hit  it  up  lively,  and  put  vim 
into  it.  Now ! (They  all  sing  one  of  the  follow- 
ing songs.) 


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THE  SALOON  MUST  GO. 


BATTLE  HYMN  OF  COUNTY  OPTION. 
Tune:  Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic. 

Do  you  hear  the  tramp  of  thousands 
Bringing  up  the  grand  reserve? 

For  the  thickest  of  the  onset 

Gather  faith,  and  pluck,  and  nerve; 

While  our  loved  ones  watch  rejoicing, 
From  our  duty  never  swerve, 

For  God  is  marching  on! 

Chorus  : 

Glory,  Glory  Hallelujah, 

Yes,  God  is  marching  on! 

We  have  joined  our  hands  together, 

As  we  face  a common  foe; 

Many  hearts  at  many  altars 
Pray  for  us  as  forth  we  go. 

In  the  name  of  God  we’ll  triumph 
And  the  traffic  overthrow, 

While  God  is  marching  on! 

Chorus.  # 

Then  at  last  you’ll  hear  the  chorus, 

“From  the  river  to  the  sea,” 

Chanting  our  glad  hallelujah, 

From  the  liquor  traffic  free, 

And  the  state  will  ring  with  gladness, 

For  our  glorious  victory. 

As  God  goes  marching  on! 

Chorus. 


WE’LL  VOTE  OUR  COUNTY  DRY. 
Tune:  “Annie  Laurie.” 

Our  County’s  lads  are  bonnie, 

Her  lassies  fair  and  true; 

And  for  them,  oh  fathers  brawny, 

Ye  must  your  duty  do. 


THE  SALOON  MUST  GO. 


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And  this  shall  be  our  cry, 

We’ll  vote  our  county  dry, 

And  for  love  of  home  and  dear  ones, 
We’ll  vote  this  county  dry. 

Like  demons  fierce  and  daring 
Lie  many  gilded  dens, 

Nor  for  soul  nor  body  caring, 

They  snare  both  foe  and  friends. 

But  this  shall  be  our  cry, 

We’ll  vote  our  county  dry, 

And  for  love  of  home  and  dear  ones, 
We’ll  vote  this  county  dry. 

O men  who.  love  our  country, 

O men,  with  purpose  strong, 

Unite  to  save  our  county 
From  rum  and  all  its  wrong. 

We’ll  raise  the  battle  cry. 

And  vote  five  thousand  dry, 

And  for  love  of  home  and  dear  ones 
We’ll  vote  this  county  dry. 


LIQUOR  HAS  HAD  ITS  DAY. 
Tune:  “America.” 

Liquor  has  had  its  day! 

Out  from  beneath  its  way, 

Ohio  brave 

Now  rises  in  her  might. 

Throws  off  its  deadening  blight, 
Rejoices  in  the  right 
Her  homes  to  save! 

Liquor  has  had  its  day! 

Out  from  beneath  its  sway, 

Fair  Buckeye  State! 

From  lake  to  river  shore 
Open  saloons  no  more 
Shall  curse  us,  as  of  yore, 

They’re  out  of  date. 


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THE  SALOON  MUST  GO. 


Who  can  defend  the  ways, 

What  man  can  sing  the  praise 
Of  the  saloon? 

It  lives  for  selfish  ends ! 

Loves  man  for  what  he  spends, 

It  has  no  real  friends ! 

Down  with  it  soon ! 

Lovers  of  Liberty, 

Help  us  our  state  to  free 
From  curse  of  rum. 

Vote  every  county  dry, 

Stop  starving  children’s  cry, 

Wipe  tears  from  women’s  eye, 

Help  save  the  home. 

Janet . And  now  for  the  last  thing — our  yell. 
All  together : Hip ! Hip ! ! 

All  together  (very  loud  and  clear). 

Raw,  Rank,  Row ! 

Whim,  Wham,  Wow ! 

Murder!  Arson!  Bloodshed!  Woe! 

Beer  and  Whiskey!  Every  man’s  foe! 

No  more  foolishness!  No!  No!  No! 

North  and  South,  THE  SALOON  MUST  GO ! ! ! ! 

(Curtain.) 


Instead  of  the  songs  given  above,  or  in 
addition  to  them,  we  recommend  the  stirring  new 
song  by  W.  C.  Tichenor,  entitled,  “Vote  Dry, 
Then.”  This  is  a tuneful  solo,  recounting  the 
reasons  for  voting  dry,  with  a rousing  chorus 
that  will  linger  with  the  people  and  be  whistled 
on  the  streets  for  weeks  afterward.  Price,  25 
cents.  Order  from  March  Brothers,  Lebanon, 
Ohio. 


— BY  — 

EFFIE  LOUISE  KOOGLE. 

Author  of  “In  Music- Land ,”  “Kris  Kringle 

Jingles  /’  “The  Colonial  Song  Novelties,”  etc. 

The  songs  of  this  composer  are  always 
more  than  singable  ; they  combine  a quaint 
freshness,  and  a novel  appropriateness  that 
is  unusual.  These  new  songs  will  be  wel- 
comed because  of  their  real  merit  and  use- 
fulness. 

E Winter  Eullaby. 

Surely  a provoker  of  pleasant  dreams. 
Beautiful  lullabies  are  always  popular,  and 
this  one  will  prove  unusually  so  because  of 
the  happy  combination  of  sensible  words, 
appropriate  for  any  singer,  the  soulful  mu- 
sical setting,  the  effective  expression,  the 
dainty  and  fitting  piano  part,  and  the  sooth- 
ing, fascinating  melody.  For  adult  singer, 
medium  voice  (d  to  e).  35  cents. 


Eittle  Cbaaksgtoiita  Workers. 

An  action  song  for  one  or  more  little 
girls.  Describes  the  preparation  for  the  an- 
nual feast-day  most  effectively.  A pleasing 
melody  which  little  singers  will  relish. 
Not  difficult.  Especially  appropriate  for 
Thanksgiving,  but  can  be  adapted  to  any 
Other  day.  25  cents. 


Cbankful  Bobby. 

A solo  for  a small  boy.  A delightful 
thanksgiving  number.  Expressive  words, 
a tuneful  melody  with  range  suited  to  a 
small  boy’s  voice,  and  an  appropriate  ac- 
companiment. Bobby  gives  good  reasons 
for  being  thankful  — - from  a boy’s  view- 
point. 25  cents. 

MARCH  BROTHERS,  Publishers, 

208,  210,  212  Wright  Ave,,  Lebanon,  Ohio. 


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